Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1887-11-05
AN INDIAN STORY.

B0le o. weeks more, said the old settler
assie and little Peeg stood by the stv
looking at the fat grunter eating his even
ing meal. lies fit enough TO kill now
fer that matter, fer he's ez fat as a fall
bar, an durn nigh ez big only wish
he were bar, Peleg. Jeewhizzl Mebbe
couldn't bounce inter that pen nor
nothin'l I'd show ye rassel, sonny, an
give ye an idee how usty shet the wind
often bars ven took it inter my head
TO bother with 'em. | gener'ly had 'em
laid out cold, il felt that way, fore
they had time to claw. / unly wish that
shst were an oil he bar, Peleg, SOS
could git in that pen an show ye one o.
the leetle ree44ations l usty hey durin'
play spells wen were q boy"
Peleg gazed at the pig. He was silent
Aps lsiS.m lost in reflection By and By
"Grandpop, wish you'd tell me- as
near as you can figure 'em up, how many
bears you ever tackled and got the best
of. don't mean the woods full and
woods full that you We shot, but the bears
that you just walked up to and ketched
by the neck and shut their wind right off,
ar thumped EN- into conniption fits be-
fore they knew they were hurt"
Gosh, sonny!'' exclaimed the old set
tier after recovering from the surprise
Psaag's request bad given him, ''ye do
want me TO spend a hull evenin', and fill
both sides of your slate a figgerin', do
we? can't do it, sonny, but arter yer
gran nanny goes to the SEWN circle
this evenin', over to the squire's, I'll tell
n &nice 1njin story that sumpin' called
my mind to-day. think it'll please
That was al satisfactory to Peleg, and
when they were left alone in the kitchen,
the Old Settler began:
"Sqkawkee Hill, y said he, sis one O.
the highest p'ints o. the Wolf Tongue
mountains. Ez We circle in to'ards the
WollTongues goin' sou'west FIN Sugar
Swamp, we kin see oil Squawkee raisin'
in front o ye right up inter the clouds
almost. xe mowt think We could chuck
a stun an hit oil Squawkee squar in the
face, FIN the way he looks to We, an SO
We could pervidin' We could chuck the
stuura leete matter O nine miles or
better, fer the hill haint an inch higher
to ye thin th't. The top O Squawkee
Hill is so hard to get to th't nobody was
ever thar, 'cept the few indyvidiuas
cz I'm gointer tell we bout, an they was
all Iniins. If We shd ever climb that
hill, Peleg, ye'd find tn jist fore We got
to the top of ty'd come to split in the
rock more'n fifty foot wide, an so deep
TIM ye can't see the bottom of it. Ye
can't go around that big split, fer it
makes sort O. half circle around the top
Of the hill, an its two ends opens in the
west side o the hill a mile apart the
west side be;n' nothin' but a straight up
pINyaown ledge. So the crown Of old
5quawkee hain't much better IL an island
M in the clouds an one that yc can't git
on to Mess We throw bridge 'crost the
sulley.
The time Tn te,lin' We bout, sonny,
IA was quite lit o woods oil that
sland am 'monest EN- some dead OF
pines tn t liz up Ike spooks, they was so
{white an naked, They was the nestin'
plays Of the biggest eagles th't over
wed, an even to this day thur eagles
lays an sets an matches up thar on the
top o Squawkec, an steals lambs an
chickens down below at the clearin S.
Ia them days, Peleg, The Sugar Swamp
lecstric' want the home o civilization
h AIT is today TIL want no tavern
har then, an the citizens was all Iniins
real red lnjms. They had a king, an
m all accounts th't has been handed
Town about EN-, they must ha' Len a
ol able Jolly an conf table congrcgo tion.
The king o them air Ingins lad son
h t he thought heap on, an he wanted
him to marry gal th't were the darter
Of one o the way up lnjins o the gang.
The gal didn't hev no objections, ez the
Young Prince Gungle- jb-goggle- were
h dandy, but the young prince had a
sneakin' notion arter another piece o
savage caliker, and his heart didn t thumI
aga his ribs durn bit fer the fust gal. '
E6randpop, said little Peleg, as the
Old Settler filled his pipe, "didn't young
Prince What-d 'ye-call-him have an Eng
lish Manner
mo. sonny replied the Old Settler
kNEsglish names would ha' gone about e;
NfuS mongst them Injuns ez pint o run
would at Sugar Swamp barn raisin
Tho meanin' o Gungle- jib-goggle-eye'
Aame in English, though, Peleg, l kin
Civ We. 1t meant Snatch-a-scalp-quick
or n-a-houn pup-kln-ncK-a-sklllet' sh
ledge, 'cordin to that, th't the youni
prince want no SLOUGH. But all tn
same he had TO mind his pap. an abou
tlAe time my story opens N were hea
n trouble on his mind, The gal he ha
Mhankerin' fer want in society at all
an they said th't she was act'ley so shoi
o. clothes th't all the difference 'twiS
her weekday an her Sunday-go-tC
M Elm toggery were th't ON Sunday sh
trimmed her finger nails. But she WEI
pootier thin a new blackboard painted re
an sheepskin on the seat. She WEI
jelc coloSof a red heifer in June, an ha
n name that suited her to q dinktun
Shesanswered to Paw-paw- chink-a-piI
an II we'd ha' called on her an asst fl
bier in English y'd Ia inquired fer Tn,
Cusiard- pie that-hsAl't got po-flies-on-i